Part 3
Part 3
/Her POV/
I smiled looking around the room. Finally, after that god awful introduction, I managed to sneak out. Alberto was already in the room by the time I rolled in. I thanked him and then he left me all alone.
After making sure I had already stuffed the bag somewhere in the corner I decided to look out of the window. Peeping out of the huge window, my gaze landed on him, the person who almost tried to kill me. Who also saved me. Semantics.
I leaned forward and squinted my eyes to take a good look at him.
He was holding a ball in his one hand while his other hand was busy brushing off the messy strands that were falling on his forehead. How did he manage to change and get out there so quickly?
He was clad in dark blue swimming trunks reaching up till his knees. His white loose vest was hanging low, exposing his chest and giving a nice view to all Francesca's friends and cousins.
As the sweat dripped down his hair and onto his neck I licked my lips and it quickly disappeared into his shirt. Why was he so attractive? Ugh! The man was testing my sanity.
Rolling my eyes at one of the girls who was trying to get his attention, I shut the drapes of the window tightly. Relateable girl!
A yawn slipped out of my lips and I sighed. Maybe it was due to the long journey. I could feel the tiredness seeping into my bones as I tried to move. Maybe sleeping would work. It wouldn't hurt trying. I mean it's not like I can do something about it you know. He's insanely attractive and all but also he's Francesca's cousin and who knows he must already have a girlfriend back home.
I just shook my head at the thoughts and flopped on the bed, sleep engulfing me immediately.
I yawned while walking out of the washroom, a cranky smile on my face. I could feel my eyes droop as I was trying to walk towards the bed. I could not even sleep for three hours all thanks to my mom who wanted me to "bond" with the guests. As if my sleep was not important.
Also, most of the guests who were invited early for the wedding were either older or younger than me. How was I supposed to talk to them? What should I talk about? Weather? Politics? New video games? Porn?
Grumbling under my breath I removed a pair of shorts from my bag and a v neck tunic. It was sunny outside. I slipped into my flip flops and rushed out of my room. I applied some sunscreen hurriedly and rushed out of there.
Glancing at my reflection one last time in the mirror I exited my room. Walking towards the kitchen I stilled when I heard my name being called.
"Aria"
"Honey do you want anything to eat?" One of the aunts asked.
I peeped inside the kitchen and noticed five people standing there. My mum, Francesca's mother, her two cousins and her aunt. The cousins looked so similar considering they were twins but still it was hard to differentiate. I had no idea Armund would invite so many people before the wedding. It's so loud. But then again Italians are used to loud noises and chaos.
"Yogurt?" My mother asked lifting the cup towards me.
"No thanks, I'm fine." I smiled.
"Always so well mannered cara. Why don't you go outside and bond with others, Sì?" Francesca's mother, Carla cooed and gave me a sweet smile. I noticed that she was making some dough. It shouldn't surprise me considering she was always experimenting with baking and they always turn out to be sour and raw. Why does she even try?
"Are you excited for my macrons?" She asked while lifting her hand covered in dough
I pressed my lips together and nodded my head, "Sure"
I frowned as I pushed the window doors and entered stepped on the sand. It felt like I was at some public beach instead of the private beach house. Why did they have to bring so many kids along? But thankfully they were sitting on the other end and making sandcastles or in some cases destroying others sandcastles. I huffed at that and looked around.
"Aria" I heard a high pitched voice from a distance and immediately turned my head. It was Francesca standing near the volleyball net with her younger cousins. I waved back at her as she signalled me to come closer.
Excitedly I started to run towards her, as I took another step my left feet got twisted and I fell on my butt. A cry slipped out of me as the hot sand hit my back and I felt the throbbing pain in my ankle.
"Merda! Are you fine cara?"
I turned around to find Edward and he was rushing in my direction. My face flamed at the thought of embarrassing myself in his presence. How did I manage to do that twice in one day?
"You are so clumsy, cara"
With that, he sat on his knees in front of me while his hand darted towards my leg. I tried to stifle my moan as soon as I smelled the fresh salts and his cologne off his body. I cleared my throat when I remembered that he called me clumsy.
"Wow, aren't you a gentleman Mr killer? And FYI I don't need your kindness" I snapped at him as his hand touched my leg. I winced as his touch lingered near the injured part but he made no attempt to touch me further.
He chuckled while shaking his head, the action simply caused more droplets of water to fall from his wet hair. I flinched a little as the drops settled on my bare legs.
Licking my lips I turned my attention back at him. The wet strands clung on his forehead giving him a bad boy look. Can he stop looking gorgeous for a second? A girl has to breathe!
"You've got a quite mouth there, sì? Are you hurt cara?" I glared at his tone. I heard heavy footsteps approaching me and I tilted my head. A sigh escaped my lips with I noticed that it was Francesca.
"Are you fine Aria? You should be careful. Let me take a look" Francesca shook her head while looking at my leg. I focused my attention on my leg, there was no rash or scratch but still, I was not able to move my leg.
Before she could bend down the loud ringing of the phone broke her revive. Apologising she picked the phone and her entire frame tensed looking at the screen. She quickly looked back at us and flashed a small smile.
"Excuse me" She mumbled apologetically and walked away holding her phone closer to her chest.
"Ouch! What the hell was that? Do you really want to get rid of me so desperately that you are breaking my leg?" I yelled as I felt him press his hand near my ankle. Edward had managed to remove the straps of my flip flop off my feet.
"You're are such a drama queen" He rolled his eyes.
"Am not" I argued while sticking my tongue out at him.
"Keep convincing yourself. Now can you stand up?"
I was not sure but still, I tried to give it a shot. Pulling my legs closer and pressing my palms on the ground I raised my hips but winced as I experienced a sharp pain in my ankle while trying to stand up. Cursing under my breath I sat down and tilted my head at him. He twisted his lips looking at me.
"I guess you are not able to stand up, huh?" He mumbled glancing at my injured feet
"No shit Sherlock" I snorted.
"Your mouth will get you in trouble cara. Now let's try talking politely. Shall we?"
"Fine. Will you help me out?" I gritted my teeth in anger looking at him.
He smirked, "What's the magic word cara?"
"Will you help me out? Please" I clenched my jaw, inhaling deeply. I had no other choice. But also another part of me was elated at the thought of being in his arms.
"Mmh 7 out of 10. But still, there's a room for improvement" He said in an amused tone.
"Don't push your luck," I mumbled while forwarding my hand towards him. Instead of taking my hand he shook his head and bent down.
My breathing picked up as his scent engulfed me once again. I knitted my eyebrows in confusion. What was he doing? Before I could ask him anything I felt his arm snake around my waist while his other arm curled my knees. In one swift motion, he lifted me off the ground. A shriek tore my lips.
"A little warning would have been a better, jerk." I cursed, flapping my arms like a bird. I rested my head on his firm shoulder, for the fear of him dropping me.
"What was that cara? I couldn't quite catch it" He teased while walking in the direction of the house. I turned around to see Francesca, who gave me a thumbs up and continued talking on her phone.
"You're so annoying" I whispered snuggling closer to him. Why did he have to smell so good?
"And you're so different"
I snapped my eyes at him, meeting his stare. What did he mean by that? I could not read anything in his eyes. They were blank in a second. He kept staring at me, leaning forward as if to press his lips against mine. I automatically shut my eyes, my breath caught in my throat.
"Edwardo quello che è success? perché si stanno portando il suo?"
I turned my head towards the unknown source of the voice. My eyes widened as I noticed an older woman standing in front of us. She was glaring at him even though there was a playful smile on her face. Edward had her features and they had the same colour eyes. Was she his mother?
I had no idea what she asked him because of the way she was so fluent and quick. I did not speak Italian but I can understand a few words. Small phrases. That's all.
"Ma she's Aria, Armund's friend's daughter. She injured her ankle and is unable to walk. La to Nintendo" His cheeks tinged red as he gritted his teeth. His mother narrowed her eyes, a grin playing at the corner of her lips. Uh oh. What was she thinking?
"Sì?" She looked over at me and I stared blankly for a few seconds. How do I respond to that?